"Mon Dieu, que ces cigarres sont mauvais!" he added as he too cast away his Cuba.
"Try one of my Pickwicks," said Franklin Fox, with a sneer, offering his gold etui to the young Frenchman; "they are some of Pontet's best, Prince.

What, do you bear malice?
Come, let us be friends," said the gay and careless young patrician; but a scowl on the part of the Frenchman was the only reply.
"Want to know who she is?
Borodino knows who she is, Bagnigge," the wag went on.
Everybody crowded around Monsieur de Borodino thus apostrophized.

The Marquis of Alicompayne, young De Boots of the Lifeguards, Tom Protocol of the Foreign Office; the gay young Peers, Farintosh, Poldoody, and the rest; and Bagnigge, for a wonder, not less eager than any one present.
"No, he will tell you nothing about her.

Don't you see he has gone off in a fury!" Franklin Fox continued.

"He has his reasons, ce cher prince: he will tell you nothing; but I will.